j--- has an Atari pad for a brain
for Jess Rowan
or that triangle where burnt out Doritos
and the color orange go to have a holiday
you know, the old color (cool ranch)
like Dante's lugubrious ham sandwich
or the dryer sheets tucked way back
so our arms distress and bend
distress and bend
the twisted
metal,
like a hug
around the pole
or that triangle where holy teeth touch holy pals
and the mother superior caught in LAX for hours
this is a little dance number
hummed through the cracked lips of an old singer
or chirped birds, hot lips, lipstick mayhem
and took that tree to the beach for its peace of mind
the breeze touched its roots and went home
i am home in the rain or some complicated dance numbers
1.4.08
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lovely!
ReplyDelete"like a hug
around the pole"
"hummed through the cracked lips of an old singer"